Good God.

[luao]

I have only the thinnest nerve of vulnerability. It has been detected. God, why must you now persecute it? Why claw at me there? It's the meaning of that quotation to me. It is the meaning. It is more than you can understand. Fuck. And everyone who knows me can tell you to crucify me in any way but by attaching yourself to that spot. You don't even know why it hurts me. It is my life you drain. You leech. I don't even know who you are. The mire of your fucking yellow saccharine eyes. You dont know anything. Stop it. It is torture. I am helpless. Anything else. You're not human. You're gnawing at the only place I cannot fortify. Blood drenched jowls. Diabolical. I would plow through your skull with a double barreled shotgun, if only I could find you. I would wring from your neck every last drop of sentiment. Oh, I would dig my thumbs so deep into your clavicle that air against your tracheae would burn of acid. You make me violent beyond my own conception. You make me more, and less, than human. You should be afraid. I am grossly unhallowed. I am a raving lunatic. A fucking lunatic. There is a dark unbridled severity in what I've said. But no one will see it. It is not to be fought before worldly eyes. You've never witnessed this. I might scare you all away.

"To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."